This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 151: Prizes to Fight For (Two in One, More to Come, I Stayed Up All Night to Code.)
The Iron Warriors are struggling in the blender that sees them through.

Meanwhile, the Dark Angels travel through the planet's shadows, seeking hidden secrets.

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The air was pushed away by the entity, making a slight whistling sound.

With the help of Ramses' precise positioning of the soul, Arthur's figure shuttled like lightning, and in the blink of an eye he appeared in the cockpit of a Chaos Warrior-class Titan. Light and swift, like an invisible wind, he silently invaded the core of this behemoth.

Compared to the sleekness and solemnity that the Titan displays to the outside world, its interior appears extremely terrifying.

The precision instruments surrounding the core were covered with biological tissues adhered to the metal. They entangled in the gaps of the machinery like parasites, emitting a disgusting odor.

These tissues are so valuable and difficult to replace the originals that even the Iron Warriors have to swallow their disgust and keep them.

And in the liquid life-support tank that connects to the Titan and continuously supplies energy to the driver, a twisted ball of flesh is pulsating.

The driver, whose appearance could no longer be seen, had his entire body stuck together in an embracing manner, like a ball of clay that was forcibly kneaded. Pipelines connected to his nervous system, and red and white nerve tissue surrounded the rusted lines, giving him a more powerful reaction ability.

But everything has a price.

The moment Arthur appeared in the cockpit, the flesh ball, which had lost the support of the subspace power, began to collapse almost instantly.

Toxins accumulated in various distorted organs begin to flow into the nervous system, killing all healthy cells.

As the mutated tiny organisms roaming in the life-sustaining fluid die, they either float up or sink, or their airways begin to become blocked as the breath is extracted from the gills of the fleshy balls.

The meatball struggled a few times in the life support cabin and then stopped moving.

The pulsation of the skin gradually weakened and finally fell silent.

There was no loud bang, nor any explosion that would blind one's eyes.

When sparks flashed as the mutant servitor was cut into two pieces by the sword blade, General Titan, who was trying to support his comrades a second ago, just dropped the weapons in his arms, as if he had lost his soul, and turned into a motionless statue.

"I can already foresee what will happen if I run into your Death Guard in the future."

Ramses looked at Arthur's back through his visor with a hint of emotion, as if he was imagining the future scene.

"That'll have to wait until we meet."

Arthur quickly checked the interior of the Titan, and after confirming that there were no hidden threats, he placed the recovery beacon, then gently tapped open his wrist armor and scanned the Dark Angel's internal communication channel.

On the screen, the mission status of other anti-Titan forces has almost all been displayed as "completed".

Reliable, fast——

That's the Dark Angel style.

Except for those Titans in tricky positions that Arthur had to deal with personally due to the distance in order to shorten the time it took to project firepower, the rest of the targets were completed almost one after another with Arthur's actions.

The efficiency and execution of the Dark Angels are amazing. You only need to select the most suitable candidates, and then give them the goals and the equipment they need, and they can arrange the tasks clearly and without omission.

[Go to area N14 at the bottom of the fortress to blockade it and assist Ravenwing in eliminating any traces of the battle. Friendly forces will be responsible for recovering the war machines.]

Arthur issued new instructions within the communication channel.

He did not intend to keep these war machines for his own use. Such large war machines were somewhat useless to the current time travelers.

Thanks to their presence, the expeditionary fleet has enough freedom to deploy heavy firepower platforms.

It is enough to retain the manufacturing technology. It is better to hand over these contaminated machines to Cawl in exchange for other reserves. Even if Cawl does not need them, he can keep them and trade them with the forging worlds along the way - many worlds are willing to accept these creations.

[Mission 1: Annihilate the enemy Titan units (Completed)]

Arthur marked the task as completed in the task system, then slowly raised the sword in his hand.

"Release the psionic mark and we'll head to the next area."

[Task 2: Recover the alien creatures.]

The Imperial Fists are fully engaged in a war against the Iron Warriors, who are seeking to reclaim an ancient Eldar relic being fought over by both the Harlequins and the Iron Warriors.

A group of troops led by Kai and Gareth entered the inner part of the fortress along a passage opened by the General Cannon long before the Imperial Fists began their advance.
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"Hector mentioned that it was a miniature circuit that housed countless of their ancestors, and it contained clues to unlocking the power of the God of Death."

Hector, the Eldar prophet captured by Ramses, has now begun stable operations in the Warp with those Ark Eldar who have recognized the current situation and are grinning from ear to ear.

Ramses did not torment these elves like he tormented the demons.

As long as they don't try to make trouble, he will treat it as if he has found a company for these elves to work in and give them relative freedom.

Moreover, this group of Eldar brought an important clue to Ramses as soon as they joined -

Inside the Eye of Terror, the specific coordinates of the old woman's world, Planet Biel IV.

In the soul furnace above it is stored the soul sword among the five old swords: Veliszar.

This is a divine weapon forged by the Eldar's god of forging, Vaul, using the five finger bones of the Crone God that were severed by Cain. It contains the power of the god of death.

According to Eldar prophecies, gathering all five blades will awaken an Eldar Death God powerful enough to rival Slaanesh.

Some Eldar see it as a source of hope, but more Eldar tend to avoid Death to some extent.

After all, as the name suggests, the Grim Reaper is clearly not something related to "survival."

As for whether it can save the Eldar, we can roughly refer to the Emperor who has been stuck in the ascension ceremony and has no intention of reaching the top completely - if he really becomes a god, what will happen to him is really something that needs to be discussed.

Given the chaotic state of the subspace, you expect the gods born there to be righteous gods? I'm afraid you're overthinking it.

The Eldar prophet Hector was also somewhat desperate and planned to seek the power of the god of death to break the impasse for his homeland.

Even if the final outcome is death, he plans to fight on.

After all, let’s not talk about whether this power is legitimate or not, just tell me whether it is strong or not.

But now, Hector is too lazy to care about these trivial matters.

He is liberated!

"Praise the Lord of Pioneers. May your path of seeking truth be smooth and may your path of wisdom guide all living beings."

In the 'Divine Realm of Seeking Truth', the Ark Eldar are actively engaged in their work and are full of enthusiasm for it.

Ah, the turbulent waves of the Warp, I no longer need to fear you, for we can now swim in them once again.

Ah, this emotion from the soul, I don't need to suppress you anymore, because we will no longer bring misfortune upon ourselves because of it.

Ah—isn’t this our dark cousin?
Their eyes fell on their fellow tribesmen in the neighboring park who were being ruthlessly exploited for surplus value by the demons of Slaanesh. They couldn't help but feel a little relieved, because they could continue to daydream without any scruples and their minds became much clearer.

I'm sorry, your dear Ark cousin, I have a new protector.

These Ark Eldar still spontaneously maintain their path and keep their thoughts restrained, because they know very well why the Lord of Exploration chose to spare their lives.

Although the Ark Eldar are also full of arrogance, conceit, and contempt for others.

But at least they learned to reflect and find another way when the Eldar fell in an exaggerated way.

The Ark Eldar are very nascent as both enemies and allies, but their individual qualities can be rated as excellent by human standards - those who know the way ahead will discuss this separately.

Then they turned their grateful eyes to Hector, who was still writing a psychic textbook.

Thanks to this prophet, they were able to come to this planet and meet the great Lord of Pioneers.

The moment the soul entered the subspace, the regret and despair that had originally arisen from death turned into surprise in the next second.

Eh? I didn't get to the palace of the youngest lady, so whose realm is this?

What does it mean to enjoy the protection of the subspace by continuously providing knowledge?
What does it mean that even if you have no knowledge, you can still continue to enjoy the blessing by collecting and organizing information about subspace fragments?
Considering the information density and difficulty of organizing in the subspace, the duration of this protection may be long enough to last until all soulless metals are completely annihilated.

Ok?
What is the God of mankind?

Oh, please call me a human subspecies - Eldar.

Some Eldar biology masters have already begun to study in their spare time how to achieve intermarriage between Eldar and humans, to see if they can get the Lord of Pioneers to take better care of their fellow Eldar.

Unfortunately, the conditions in the subspace are limited, and they are not the Haemo Orcius among their dark cousins, so it is difficult to come up with any results at the moment.

There are differences between the two sides at the subspace level.

No one knew what was going on, but within just a few days of entering the park, these Eldar had already begun to automatically form sects of faith about Ramses in the subspace park.

Because Ramses never concealed his curiosity, the task he gave to the Eldar was to understand everything they knew.

For the Eldar, psionic energy is naturally the truth of the universe.

In the eyes of the Eldar, this represents a new god's search for truth.

Ramses was naturally curious about the power of the god of death.

"The structure cannot be destroyed by physical means. Any damage will be restored in a brand new form. Even if it is hit by the waves of the Warp, the huge number of Eldar souls within it can effectively resist it. The external manifestation is a hollow red wraithbone wheel."

In the passage that combined the pragmatic style of the Eldar and the Iron Warriors, Ramses flipped through the materials about the soul circuit in his hand while following Arthur as he flashed through the passages.

"From the perspective of the real universe, this is indeed a precious material. The creation that the Iron Warriors are targeting should be the Soul Circuit. We must find it before it is sacrificed."

According to the prophet's memory, on this planet, among the creations being fought over by the Harlequins and the Iron Warriors, there is a method that can unlock the blockade of the Soul Forge and release the Soul Sword: Veliszaar.

The time travelers have been trying to understand the authority of the gods and trying to master similar power.

Old Man Huang was not in a good state, so everyone discussed and decided to do nothing. They just went to chop the demon and inject pure soul into it to dilute it slowly. They also decided not to provoke the other four gods if possible.

Even the weakest Vashtor, Ramses had observed him for almost two years and felt that the risk of taking action was too high.

These subspace entities that involve certain rules and have self-awareness are extremely difficult to deal with, and the traversers do not intend to expose their uniqueness too much before they are sure of it.

The blade that is still being sharpened and has not been unsheathed is the most deadly.

Now that there is such a clue in front of us, there is no reason not to try to fight for it.

The Sons of Dorne are responsible for fighting, the Blood Angels are responsible for rescuing people, and the rest are in reserve.

The task of secretly recovering the alien creations is the responsibility of the fallen angels who have just joined the team.

"arrive."

The reinforced concrete corridor was filled with the unique metallic smell of military stimulants. A recovery team consisting of 26 people was moving at high speed in the complex underground passage. They were individual elites selected from the Broken Crown Order and the Dreadwing.

Soon, they encountered a troop that was building temporary fortifications.

The assault team was silent, and even though they were so close, these warriors who were used to turning everything into their advantage were not discovered by this group of iron warriors.

Gareth raised his hand, and his fingers trembled as he issued a command. Confirmation marks lit up on the tactical goggles of the five team members at the same time.

The first blast tore through the artificial darkness, a melta cannon set up by a Destroyer.

The scorching beam from the muzzle instantly melted the concrete bunker. Before the four guards could even scream, they turned into bubbles in the boiling molten steel and disappeared without a trace.

The whistling sound of the vortex grenade followed one after another, and the passage was instantly sucked into a vacuum. The air seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand and then suddenly released.

The body caught in the vortex of the subspace was being cut, and flesh and metal fragments mixed together, turning into orange-red mist, filling the air and emitting a disgusting burnt smell.

Completely unprepared, the enemy, who should not have been here, suddenly launched an attack. The armor was broken, the makeshift fortifications were twisted and deformed, and the storm caused by the vortex grenade tore and swallowed everything in it.

When the assault team stepped over the semi-solidified metal solution on the ground, the triggered hot melt explosive that flew out from the left fork was shattered by a bomb in mid-air before it could fully deploy.

The overflowing heat only raised the temperature a few degrees before sinking into the molten ground.

The assault team has already advanced to the front.

Phew.

A halberd stretched out and nailed an Iron Guard to the ground. Gareth immediately blocked and blocked the power fist of a Terminator.

Clang!
At this moment, a silver light flashed by.

The Terminator's head with devilish horns was chopped off, the cut on the neck was as smooth as a mirror, blood gushed out, staining Gareth's shoulder armor red.

The head dropped with the momentum of the sword, and fell into the flames behind him with a "hissing" sound. Kai kicked the Terminator's body on the ground away and caught up with Arthur and Ramses who had already dealt with the enemies at the end of the passage and were heading to the target area.

The cleaning team behind him began to pour out some raw materials for a virus bomb. The white smoke of the acid-etching solvent quickly filled the corridor, and the pungent smell was suffocating.

By the time a force of Iron Warriors arrived to reinforce, the flames had already melted away all traces, leaving only charred walls and twisted metal wreckage.

Not far from them, the dark angels responsible for blocking the lower fortress silently surrounded them.

What awaits these iron warriors will be another round of cleanup.

They are the most suitable candidates.

The fewer people who know about matters related to the alien god of death, the better.

(End of this chapter)